It is a universal truth that regardless of how long ago your relationship is, people will never cease to mention your ex. Honestly, I moved to Dallas after graduation and I still think that someday I’ll be walking down the street and someone will mention his double syllable first and last name. Although there is much my college ex-boyfriend one hundred percent does not deserve thanks for (actually, a lot I think I deserve an apology for), there is one thing I have to thank him for.

(Over) twenty two years ago, I was born. My parents had painstakingly and carefully chosen a name for me, a significant name that they both eagerly gave to me. They both decided against the previous contenders: Tammy, Rebecca, Elizabeth, and gave me the name Christine. I think they both were dismayed when I ended up being Chrissey.

I have worked for three non-profits in my lifetime, and I have been no stranger to encountering people who think they are morally superior to others because of the fact they work at a non-profit organization. Unfortunately, that means that I am no stranger to people who may assume that I may think that I’m superior because I work at a charitable organization (even though I fully do not think that all!).